"Man, I'm beat!" Exclaimed Mitchell wearily, as he flopped down onto a sleeping bag with a tired sigh.
It was now around 8 PM, and we were calling it a day...after we ran into that group of Q-Ranked reptile-type Mutants, things were pretty uneventful after that. We ran into a few stragglers here and there, but we didn't encounter any more large groups of them.
At most, we had to deal with, like, groups of four or five Mutants. And they were all Q-Ranked or below, so it was ridiculously easy, so much so that the whole thing had gotten kinda boring for the last couple of hours.
We'd just finished dispatching a group of four Doggos, and after slicing them up and spreading their corpses around a wide area, we set up camp for the night within that area. When Mutants are killed, the radiation that their corpses emit last for about a day, with Q-Ranked Mutants, anyway.
